It is late in the evening and the young woman has made her request.
The young cherub is saying, “Are you sure about this?”
“Of course I’m sure. I first laid eyes on him outside the cinema weeks ago. He stood there chatting with some other guys. God! He looked gorgeous! I haven’t stopped thinking about him ever since.”
Cupid stood fiddling with his bow and arrow awhile, then shrugged and said, “OK.”
She waved a hand, “Is there a problem?”
“Not for me there isn’t.”
“Well then, fire away.”
“If you’re sure.”
Her eyes took on a faraway look. “Oh! Yes! I want you to shoot an arrow straight into his heart!”
Cupid thought for a minute.
She said, “You know something, don’t you?”
Cupid shrugged.
“You know something I don’t?”
He shuffled his feet. “Well, I’m not supposed to say.”
“He’s not married, is he?”
Cupid shook his head.
“Engaged?”
Another headshake.
“He’s got a girlfriend?”
Headshake.
“Has he got some nasty disease that I should know about?”
Headshake.
“Does he have a criminal record?”
Headshake.
“Is he an illegal immigrant?”
Headshake.
“Is he wanted by the authorities for something?”
Headshake.
“Has he been diagnosed with something and only has a short time to live?”
Cupid sighed and shook his head again.
“OK. Fire away!”
Cupid stood testing the tip of his arrow with his thumb with an air of reluctance.
“Goodness! What is it now?”
“You have to realise, I am Cupid the god of love in all its varieties.”
“So?”
He took a deep breath. “He’s gay.”
With wide-eyed surprise, she whispered, “Oh!”
“You see what I mean?”
Her hand went to her mouth and she nodded.
“You might have a problem with that… I don’t.”
Ouch!